Katya couldnâ€t deny she felt a thrill as her pretty opponent barked, mistress-like, that she deserved to be punished. But that made it all the sweeter when Katya ignored the threat and nailed Azami with a running clothesline! It was nice to turn the tables and hear her opponent crash to the ground, as well as some of the crowd cheering, as they realised this might not be a one-way squash match after all.

The proud Russian couldnâ€t help but pump her fist in celebration, though that gave Azami time to get on her hands and knees. Katya would run over to her opponent at this point and grab a fistful of her hair, trying to stop Azami from getting fully back to her feet.

â€œWhat was that about being punished heavily?â€ she said gloatingly, looking down at Azami. She would then try and use her hold on Azamiâ€s hair to guide the girl on all fours towards the ring ropes. If she could make her victim crawl all the way to the bottom rope, she hoped to have some fun by trapping and choking her there.

"Ack!" Azami cried as her hair was grabbed by Katya before the woman dragged her towards the corner. "Oh... you will be punished... nnghh..." she insisted while one of her hands grabbing at her opponent's wrist to try easing the pulling on her hair. "It's not a threat, it's a promise..."

She might be stumbling on her limbs as Katya brought her closer to the turnbuckle, but that didn't mind she would stop fighting. Azami would let go of her opponent's wrist in order to plant both of her hands at the ground, pretending like she's going to crawl along with the short haired woman. All of a sudden she would push herself off, hoping to throw herself towards Katya to slam the woman onto the turnbuckle instead!

Katyaâ€s sense of thrilled naughtiness at being the dominant one continued, as she led Azami towards the corner, making her crawl like a dog.

â€œOh, promises promises,â€ Katya retorted breezily, feeling pretty pleased to be in control of proceedings, looking forward to the things she could do when she had Azami pinned against the ropes. The other girl had even stopped struggling and was allowing herself to be led. â€œCome on, crawl,â€ Katya teased.

Her sense of superiority was short lived, though. As she neared the turnbuckle, her victim unexpectedly broke free - and shoved Katya herself into the corner post! The Russian was taken by surprise as she was suddenly pushed forwards, and crashed chest-first into the metal turnbuckle.

â€œAhh!â€ she wailed, a little winded by the slam, ending up slumped against the ringpost, and having to grab the top ropes for support.

"Nnggh... Yes... and I'm a woman of my words..." Azami sneered, rubbing her head as she approached Katya on the corner. "You... can count on that!" she emphasized with a another quick stomp to her opponent's butt.

The self claimed princess would then attempt to turn the short haired woman around and pushed her down roughly. Azami wanted Katya to be seated on the mat with her back rested against the pads, so she could start showing her feisty opponent her a taste of her punishment. Turning around, the blue haired girl would grab the ropes and began to lean backwards, aiming to rub her half covered rear all over Katya's face!

â€œEngh!!â€ Katya yelped as her butt was kicked again, jolting her body against the turnbuckle, having to look out at the crowd as they watched her control slip away.

She groaned and began to rub her bruised behind. â€œUngh, thereâ€s no need for - ah!â€ Katya was cut short as she was turned and roughly dumped down into a seated position. Her head lolled back against the corner pad, and she looked up, only to see Azami turn around and grab the ropes, presenting her own rear towards the seated Katya. The Russianâ€s eyes widened as she realised her opponent was shaping up to give her a stinkface!

â€œOh you cow! You wouldnâ€t!â€ Katya exclaimed as she was faced with the humiliating move, but didnâ€t manage to say much more before Azamiâ€s sexy rear was jammed straight into her face!

â€œMmmphhrrghh!!â€ she groaned, muffled by the flesh of her opponentâ€s behind. The intense position came as a shock to her senses, and she couldnâ€t muster up an adequate defence, which made the humiliation worse as Azami gyrated over her helpless face. To add to her predicament, she even felt a hint of arousal at the rough treatment.

Poor Katya flailed her arms and legs, extremely embarrassed, wondering whether Azami was just proving a point, or going for a full smother.

"I'm... what...?" Azami seemed to be amused with Katya's insult. "My impudent subject, that just earns you... more punishment..." she giggled before leaning back even more, pressing her delicious rear to the woman's face. "You should be grateful that a hime like me allow you to worship my ass!" the princess laughed.

Sensing that Katya actually felt excited, Azami grinned wickedly. This was going to be interesting. She pull herself off her opponent for a bit to give the short haired woman some space to breath, before turning around and cross her arms under her breasts. Looking down at Katya with a smug expression, Azami would then send her foot again between her opponent's legs, pressing her sole against Katya's crotch firmly.

"Oh, someone is getting excited!" she exclaimed, faking her surprise. "Perhaps I can allow you to be my throne later on. Would you like that, Katya-san?" mocked the princess as she began to rub her foot slowly again.

â€œMphh!!â€ Katya gave a high-pitched groan as Azami intensified the ass smother, really squashing the Russianâ€s face beneath her rear. A shudder ran though Katyaâ€s body as her nose was forced right between the Japanese beautyâ€s butt cheeks, leaving her humiliated and disoriented.

When her tormentor eventually pulled away, Katya could only stay slumped in the turnbuckle, gasping and rubbing her face. The poor girl looked pretty distracted, swallowing hard as Azami gloated about making her into her throne for the evening. A part of Katya thought that punishment didnâ€t actually sound too terribleâ€¦ but she was damned if she was going to admit that publicly.

As she was thinking about that, she felt the foot press firmly between her spread legs, and she moaned again. Katya could feel herself getting pretty wet down there now, even though she was still fully clothed. Azami was stirring a deep longing within her, but she knew she had to fight it if she wanted to at least earn some respect in this match.

â€œNnnghhâ€¦. Noâ€¦. youâ€re not going to get to decideâ€¦.â€ replied Katya defiantly, if rather breathlessly. She would rouse herself to reach down and grab Azamiâ€s ankle, before trying to push her tormentor away.

Azami laughed at Katya's defiance and backed away as the short haired woman pushed her away. She gave her opponent a little recovery time, feeling quite confident about her chance on this match. It's only a matter of time until she managed to break Katya, and Azami preferred to take her time in doing so. She sighed and inched herself closer again before leaning towards the woman, looking to grab her arms to pull her up.

"At this rate, I think I will..." she taunted while hauling Katya to her feet before shoving her opponent towards the center of the ring.

The princess didn't immediately attack as she wanted to see just how much her stinkface earlier affected Katya. It's been a while since she got to toy with her opponent like this, so Azami wanted to enjoy herself to the fullest. Katya might not be the most durable woman out there, but that's not really a problem. Slowly, Azami would circle around her opponent, quite pleased with letting Katya recover for a bit longer before launching her offense again.

There was an unhappy grimace on Katyaâ€s face as Azami reached down to grab her arms, hauling her up out of the corner. She was starting to feel a bit out of her depth now, and the Russian braced herself for whatever painful humiliation was coming next.

Instead, she was just shoved into the centre of the ring, which came as a bit of a surprise. She staggered forwards on slightly heavy legs, but kept her footing. Katya took a few moments to rub her flustered face again (her nose feeling a little sore from the rude squashing it had received) - if Azami had chosen to inflict a follow up attack, it was apparent that there would have been ample time.

But when the panting Katya did lift her head, she just found Azami to be circling her, and taunting her.

â€œNgh, yes I can stand!â€ she replied irritably as she tried to get her bearings, before softening a little and flashing a smile at her opponent. â€œBesides, I donâ€t think sitting back down in the corner would be a good idea with you around, eh?â€ she joked.

Katya raised her arms into a basic defensive stance, inviting Azami on to her. â€œSo youâ€re going to have to face me toe to toeâ€¦â€

"Oh, I'm sure I can turn it into a memorable moment..." Azami chuckled as she heard Katya's remarks about sitting on the corner. "I have a feeling you might love it too, ohohoh~"

Seeing her opponent put up a defensive stance, the blue haired girl smirked. Katya was being careful now, as she expected. Azami kept circling the girl for a bit longer before she finally lunged forward, attempting to grab the short haired woman's arm to yank her feisty opponent towards her. The self claimed princess was planning to slip behind Katya in order to twist the woman's arm, before pushing her back to apply a standing hammerlock!

"Ready or not, here we go again!" she announced before dashing in towards her opponent.